Imagine.

October, 29, 2019

I’ve always been a creative person (starts singing the first song from “Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared). 

Well, at least I think I’ve always been a creative person. Whether it was drawing on the walls when I was a child, to creating massive paintings, or having my own photography exhibition, being creative has always been a part of my life, and I always thought it was my calling. 

Occasionally (okay, maybe more than just occasionally), I get stuck in a rut, or I have a writer’s block, except for photography most of the time, and it can be quite difficult to figure out what to do. Especially if we’re talking about what we post on social media. Instagram is the biggest platform for photographs online, whether it’s from your phone or a professional camera, almost everyone who is online uses it, so obviously it is saturated with such similar content, it can be incredibly difficult to stand out. 

I admire so many people on Instagram who take that to the next level, who create art out of what they produce, because honestly, I still can’t figure out how they do it. Maybe they have more funds than I do to produce these images, maybe they are just more creative, or maybe it’s just that they’ve been planning things for a long time. There are so many creatives that I can’t help but want to copy, and yet we are all supposed to be original. 

Welcome to first world problems in the 21st century.

When the Imagination Project popped up, it was so much easier to be at least a tiny bit more creative in my imagery or in the photographs that were taken of me, simply because the space was there, so we utilised it. Late on a Thursday night when there weren’t as any people around, we came in with two cameras and a very excited attitude in order to try and grab some images that were a lot more fun than the ideas we all fall victim to on Instagram. While a few people strangely watched us jump around and throw confetti in the air, no one disturbed our image pursuit, which ended up creating a quite amazing memory. 

I’m not sure what the moral of the story is, or if I wrote this just because I needed to add text to my post? I feel as though this whole post is just me questioning myself in some form. Tends to happen, right? I guess I just have a lot of questions.

There are definitely more important things than Instagram or social media, but considering how I make a living, it’s pretty important to my career (photography or otherwise). Perhaps this is why I have so many questions, but somedays I’ll be insanely for the utilisation of these tools that digitisation has brought us, and other days I wonder why we are so fascinated in other people’s lives this way.

Maybe we all just want to live in a dream.

Shot on Nikon D3200.

Photographed by Tiffany Kennedy and Neil Tiongson.

At the Imagination Project, Claremont Quarter.

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